This is a song about "Irish people"

Dont we have enough death , people

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

Questions enter the minds of people

Porn star head, she gon’ suck it like a sequel

From the people who control to people

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

You irish midget,i'm robbing you from the victory

Sometimes i think, what i need

Them people weak them people weak

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Make me sound irish when i say #oil #spill

People critically commenting,

But he don't rule a thing

Beating me you better be irish and bring luck

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck